Come Back to Me

"Tracy..."

He didn't notice his anxiety in his tone.

Her way was blocked by Brody. When Tracy was going to push away Brody who was standing in front of the door, she found that she was so weak that she was held into his arms.

He held her soft hand.

Brody frowned and shouted at her angrily, "can't you speak?"

Looking at her pale and stubborn face, he had some inexplicable feelings in his heart.

His heart trembled with the bleeding hand.

As she caught the subtext of his words, she gave a bitter and beautiful smile and said, "Brody, I don't care about your pity at all."

She tried to withdraw her hand, but it was too soft to lift a little bit of strength.

The porcelain seemed to be getting deeper and deeper.

Brody carefully held up both of her hands to see, which hurt Tracy deeply.

"Ray, fetch a bowl of water and a knife from the kitchen." Turning around, Brody said softly to Ray.

Ray nodded his head obediently.

With his brows furrowed, he bent over to check her palm.

The bloody shredded porcelain was inserted into her flesh.

"Does it hurt?"

Brody looked at Tracy and said.

His tone was a kind of pampering blame.

He seemed to be complaining about her unruly behavior.

He was complaining that she didn't take good care of herself.

"It's none of your business." Tracy said while withdrawing her hands back

She stared at him stubbornly, and her eyes were full of disgust.

"Tracy Don't be so ungrateful! "

He shouted angrily and felt uncomfortable when she looked at him in disgust.

"That's ridiculous."

She turned her head.

After a few seconds, Tracy ran towards the door through Brody's inattention.

"Come here?"

Seeing that Tracy was about to run to the door. Brody pulled a long face.

Then, he grabbed her arm and pulled her inside. At this moment, on the floor of the study, on the ground, Tracy's clothes and even her little face were stained with blood.

Brody's hands were scarlet with blood too. He directly lifted her to his chest when he saw that Tracy was stubbornly glaring at him again.

Pulling the chair aside.

Ray nodded to Brody and walked out quietly when he sent the basin and the knife.

He didn't even cast a glance at Tracy from beginning to end.

However, there was sadness on Tracy's face

Roy was just a kid, but he had already learned how to pretend to be nice to others. The fierceness and coldness of Ray in front of Tracy was in sharp contrast to his obedience in front of Brody.

almost thought Ray were two boy.

"Ah --"

pain in her palm brought her back to

face crumpled because of the pain and she withdrew her

was stopped by Brody forcibly. "Don't

coldly, frowning.

take the pieces out, he had to cut them in

Would hurt.

at the pale face of Tracy, and his heart

couldn't bear to see her in such a

"No --"

soon as the point of the knife touched her hand,

knife, not to mention the knife directly passed into

time, she tried to take her hand back, but

stained

at her eyes, which were full of fear and

"You know it hurts?"

It's none of your business. You don't have to be sarcastic

from the chair to the ground stiffly, her hand streaming with blood.

by blood

"Have a seat --"

of threatening this time.

much more

"No --"

shook her head.

at him coldly, "Brody, are you

looked at him ironically.

what he was doing after being reminded by

her to a

about you? How

He snorted.

so furious that he tightly pressed on

you up

continued to

much and the bleeding

as if she was

"A little bit painful..."

with hesitation.

a beat when he saw the wound.

pain flashed

she was still unwilling to fall to the ground.

say anything but stared at her

painful, you can shout

Then he made up his mind

saying that, he pointed the sharp knife at the wound on her palm.

the dagger intending to be stabbed into her flesh. She shivered and

rose from the bottom of his

her own

into her body, it must be shaken back and forth in her flesh. Cut the wound on

"Hmm --"

knife was stuck in her palm, Tracy almost let out a scream,

teeth,

"Clap -"

Brody's hand

it was her

was a little hesitant when he felt the liquid on his hand. But soon he made up

to give up so easily. He gritted her teeth and pierced the

her lower lip tightly, while the sharp pain in her palm seemed

the knife cutting

twisted. Because of the pain, her whole body could not help but twist

the pain, her eyes finally could not

cut and bleeding.

several times to stop

"Idiot --"

finally couldn't do anything to her. Annoyed, he